Love thy brother

I write this, tears rumble down my face. After hearing and learning of many things. My brother is now dead to me. Choices he’s made, reflections of a moulded being. My laid back nature, my acceptance to many and to many situations all crumble when someone fucks with my family. Fast forward many years, my future, our future, brother, do you come back, broken and bruised, mind fucked and humbled? Do you still remain as my brother? Do we live and learn? Does and has my involvement made it all worse? Blood is thick, I love you dear brother, but fists full of insanity, poor choices and rotten excuses people would call people storm through that once smoothly paved road. How long do I sit back and let it be without saying a thing? Or do I say my piece, get stomped on and get accused of many other things and let all be... just be? I forget to breath while I write this down, my mind is light yet weighed down heavily. I love you dear brother but I’m letting you go. For now you have made your choice. For now I will be nothing to you.